Hmm, cause for celebration?

In a rather momentous event, I would like to announce that I FINISHED A CHAPTER!

Now granted, it's not Lapdancing Girlfriend, hehehe...but that's coming soon too, but I finished what is Chapter 01 of Extenuating Circumstances, a new story.  Mind you this is only the ROUGH DRAFT and I will now be pouring through it to fix some of the obvious errors, but it is the closest story so far out of my existing "to do" pile to see some sort of light at the end of the tunnel.

My thoughts are still on a roll...so I've already been starting Chapter 02, LOL...but once I spill out today's burst of Muse-inspiration, I will be focusing upon Diamond and her rave party and then syndication party...so this is a milestone in that regard too!

The funny thing about Extenuating Circumstances is there is NO SEX in the entire chapter, which is currently 115 Word (approximately 12+ Literotica pages) long...which is again, something unusual for me.  Now, there is plenty of suggested sex, LOL, but I still think everybody will enjoy it.

Anyways, wanted to announce that as I suddenly feel as if a huge weight is off my shoulders.  Again, still need to give it a read through and clean it up...but it's beyond the writing stage!

So, here's an excerpt from the story, since I haven't done much other than post teasers in the photo gallery:

Her attention was drawn back to the three men as they complimented her on how good she looked in her bikini, James Price offering her a drink. As flustered as she was from the men’s stares at her exposed body, she gratefully accepted the cocktail, needing it to calm her nerves—not to mention the scandalous need to get the musky taste of another man out of her mouth.

Taking a drink of the tropical punch, she suddenly moaned in bliss at the fruity sweet taste.

“Mmm, what is this?” she asked, her focus of the men’s leers at her exposed body distracted from their advances as she took another long pull from the straw in her drink.

“Neal calls it Tropical Surprise,” John told her. “And before you ask, the surprise is not at how quickly it hits you, but at what you may end up doing at the end of the night after several of them,” he laughed with the other men, their eyes blatantly moving across her body.

Her presence soon attracted others, and they were joined by several other men. In a brief moment of narcissistic pride, Suzanne realized she had twice as many men around her than David did women, and even more gratifying was seeing the look of anger from Cheryl Price, James’ wife and a well-known model as the men moved away from where she was standing to join Suzanne and the throng growing around her.

She immediately admonished herself. Although Cheryl often acted like she was the only woman present, it was still catty of Suzanne to be so narcissistic.

Glancing back to her husband, she wondered if he would be jealous at the attention she was receiving, yet when she once again caught his attention from across the yard, he merely smiled at her and raised his drink in a toast.

She was abruptly startled when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind, a firm and decidedly male body pressing against her back.

Then she heard Henry’s voice over her shoulder, relaxing somewhat as he asked her, “Are these men trying to steal away my partner?” he laughed with the rest of them.

Although glad for the safety provided by another welcomed face, Suzanne was chagrinned to become aware of the firm flesh of Henry’s cock pressing against her ass as he held her against him.

But her attention was drawn back to the crowd of men as several said the same statement, “Naw Henry, we were just complimenting her on her new suit.”

She flushed in embarrassment when Henry told them with pride that he had picked out the suit, all of the men showing obvious surprise.

Yet she barely noted the men’s looks of renewed appreciation at her body, paying less attention to the conversation than the awareness of Henry’s body—and growing erection—pressing against from behind.

Absently she noted the looks and nods of approval aimed at the old man, recognizing this was yet another aspect of the male domination games being played by not only her husband, but her elderly neighbor, who had to prove to the male population he was not an old throwaway, wrapping his arms even tighter around her.

Realizing she had a second male ego to please, Suzanne loosened up in Henry’s arms, leaning further into his body. She knew her tension would only be interpreted by the other men as reluctance, and she wanted to to give her elderly neighbor some dignity.